Daring Delores

I blame my Husband Bernard, well OK that's a little unfair, but it was his new toy that started it all...

I endured that silly phase everyone seemed to go through of having freezing water poured over them for the 'ice bucket challenge.' My Husband was grinning like an idiot as he set up his new ultra high def video camera, his pride and joy. He seemed to take great pleasure in drenching his Wife in a shockingly icy cold shower and all in the name of charity.

I'd forgotten we'd posted the video on Facebook until I got that curious email from 'Brad Lomax.' He was a complete stranger who said he'd 'enjoyed' my video for charity. 'Always nice to see a cute and sexy lady helping the poor and the needy,' he'd written.

I have to admit, I thought I had looked kind of cute in the video too but with everyone doing it at that time, no one really noticed. We got a few 'likes' from close friends but that was it really. That must have been two or three years ago now, so where did this Brad Lomax come from and who the hell did he think he was looking at my private video, I thought with a flash of anger...although, Brad Lomax is a kind of cool name and I found myself reading his 'cute and sexy' comment over and over again with a lovely tingly feeling.

OK naughty Mr Lomax, I thought with a wicked surge of devilment, "what did you like about the 'cute and sexy' video?" I replied, to his racy comment. I was shocked when his return email boasted that he enjoyed seeing my nipples poking seductively through my swimsuit when my Husband poured the cold water over me.

I reran the video again and gasped as I realised he was right. I hadn't noticed before but the clarity of the 4K video meant you could zoom in and see a lot more that I thought. I'm sitting there all innocent with the modest swell of my breasts only subtly displayed in my family friendly bikini until Bernard pours the water over me. Then you can clearly see my nipples engorging at the shock of the icy water, until they're rock hard and pressing urgently against my bikini top.

I looked angrily at my Husband over the top of my tablet, as he smiled back sheepishly. His lovely grey eyes were achingly sweet as he desperately searched for clues to my sudden change of mood. I was so angry with him for showing off my pointy nipples...but I couldn't help chuckling and grinning as I shook my head, realising it wasn't really his fault.

The idea that a complete stranger had watched my video and enjoyed seeing my puffy nipples, was strangely exciting. I liked his sexy name and felt a sense of trust with the way he'd been so honest with me. He hadn't tried to hide what he'd seen from me or the fact that he'd enjoyed watching my married nipples swell and harden.

What a naughty, awful, horribly sexy man Brad Lomax is...I wonder what he looks like?

"I challenge you to the ice bucket test Brad Lomax, let's see if you're up for it. Are you a real man Brad or just a yellow bellied, lily livered, jelly bottom?"

I giggled to myself as I sent off the email, this was kind of fun and it was nice to see my Husband with a proper big sexy smile on his face, in response to my mischievous chuckle.

'Oh wow look at the big beefcake body on sexy Mr Lomax,' I marvelled when I clicked on the link to Brad's reply. He'd sat himself down outside, in his rather nice garden, wearing just a pair of boxers. His bulging pecks and lovely V-shaped torso shimmered and shone in the golden sunlight. 'Oh God he's so handsome and just look at those sexy chest muscles rippling as he lifts the ice water bucket and tips it over himself.' He didn't flinch as the ice cubes and freezing cold water cascaded down his gorgeous face and beautiful bronzed torso. His eyes staring intently at me, until his pretty face crinkled into a big sexy smiled, as he winked seductively.

I'd had beefy boyfriends before I met my Husband just after college. Bernard was so funny and clever, I'd chosen brain over brawn. That was seven years ago and I've never looked back. If it was now, I'd still marry him again in a heartbeat. So why is my face flushed as I gaze on pretty boy Brad and his sexy golden skin. What's with this lovely tingly feeling, that makes my heart race and is just so teasingly pleasing.

'Your turn again Delores, your challenge will arrive tomorrow morning. Are you up for it Delores, are you a real woman, with curves to die for, or just a boring little housewife who hates having fun?'

'Oh God, oh God he knows my name, how does he know my name...of course, it's on our Facebook page...calm down Delores, it's just a bit of fun.' I let out a gasp of relief...but why was I feeling so guilty about this, I'm not doing anything wrong. I pretended to myself that I wasn't in the least bit curious to know what naughty Brad with the beautiful bod, had in store for me.

I jumped out of bed and raced downstairs in just my nightie, before my Husband was even awake. Bernard's always up before me too, so I reckon I might have been just a little bit curious to see if there was an email from bold boy Brad and his ridiculously hard bod.

There was indeed a naughty note from awful Mr Lomax...'I challenge you Delores, to walk all the way across your back lawn with your panties down around your ankles. You can wear a short skirt, of course, I'm not a monster...You have twenty-four hours to comply...or you don't get to challenge me again.'

I gasped in anger as my face flushed pink...but I couldn't deny there was also that lovely little tingle again. As I fumed and thought of how I was going to reply and dismiss his ridiculous challenge, I found myself remembering his muscular torso.

Images of the video he'd sent to me kept flashing into my mind's eye. The thought of this sexy beefcake challenging me made me furious and yet...and yet, for some reason I just didn't want to back down.

I'm very competitive, Bernard isn't at all, he's perfectly happy for me to win every time and I used to love that about him. Now it annoys me a little bit, surely winning is only meaningful if there's a real challenge, a chance that you might lose, lose something you value.

'God yes, I like a challenge,' I realised like a thunderbolt. I'm mad about my gorgeous Husband and he's such a wonderful man. A great provider too, he works so hard, he's the perfect Husband and I love him to bits...but isn't he also a little bit of a wimp? It never bothered me before, 'before what?' I thought slightly troubled now...before body builder Brad threw down the gauntlet, that's what.

OK Mr Lomax, you challenge me, Delores, the undisputed reigning champion of challenge town, to a sexy little panties down test, well, I'm up for it. 'Bring it on big boy,' I replied to his silly email.

I couldn't wait for Bernard to leave for work, that sounds awful but my stomach was doing summersaults at the thought of fulfilling Brad's challenge. As I stood outside with my back to Bernard's video camera, I was suddenly gripped by a horrifying fear, 'how does Brad know we've got a back lawn?'

'...of course, the facebook video was taken here, concentrate Delores, you're losing it girl.' I glanced round nervously to make sure none of our neighbours where outdoors and reached up under my short swirly mini skirt.

I thought I'd been clever choosing to wear the floaty little tennis dress that Bernard loves to see me in. A tight miniskirt would have made it difficult to access my underwear. This way I could freely slip my hands up and slide my panties down, with the pleats still covering my bare bum. But now that the wind had picked up I was toying with the idea of changing into something a little less 'swirly' and not quite so 'floaty.'

'Oh just get on with it Delores, you cowardy custard,' I said to myself firmly. My heart was thumping in my chest as my hands tugged at my panties and I felt the cool breeze on my exposed pussy and bare bottom. My skimpy pink panties fluttered right down around my ankles and nestled there as I began the walk of shame.

My panties restricted my movement to just a tiny little stride, which made my bottom quiver and seemed to make the journey take forever. God how my heart pounded in my chest at the terrible, awful, sexy horror that I would be caught, literally with my panties down. Our house isn't over looked by our neighbours, but it would only take one peek over the garden fence to reveal my shameful secret, in my own back yard.

My face was flushed with worry and shame and terror and yes, oh alright yes, with arousal too, my pussy was quivering with excitement. A grown married woman is walking around with her panties down in a short swirly mini skirt on a windy day because of a stupid challenge from a complete stranger...and I loved it.

Oh dear God how I loved every panties restrained step, of that outrageously sexy challenge. I hardly cared now that the wind kept lifting my skirt up, as I tried to hold it down, without losing my balance. If anything the thrill of feeling my skirt starting to rise to the wind's challenge, only made my pussy tingle even more.

When I reviewed the video I realised that you could actually see more than a hint of my bouncy bare bum cheeks when the wind teased at my skirt. Of course I was an idiot, I should have put on a second pair of panties, flesh coloured and spared myself the embarrassment of letting Brad see my bare bottom.

But my first thought wasn't shame and horror, my first thought was, 'oh God I hope Brad likes my big bum.' My Husband always lies to me that my bum isn't big at all, 'it's a juicy little peach' he keeps telling me as he caresses and kisses my bountiful booty.

Why do men always lie about it, my bum is huge. Though I do feel good when Bernard playfully slaps my bottom and tells me that my 'cheeky little cheeks are absolutely peachy perfect.'

But he's my Husband and it's his job to make me feel good...what will a complete stranger think of my jumbo bumbo?

'Wow yes thank you delicious Delores, your lovely soft warm sexy curves and scrumptious bare bottom have given me a nice big stiffy to play with.'

'Oh dear God the dirty boy. The naughty, naughty boy...he loved it.' My heart skipped a beat at the thrill of a sexy stranger enjoying my teasing walk, with my panties down and my bottom wiggling like crazy for him. The thought of this beautiful man playing with his 'nice big stiffy' as he watched me teasing him with my wiggly bum made me gasp out loud.

Bernard glanced up enquiringly, "gosh it's hot in here, I'll just open a window..." I stammered as my faced blushed with guilt and fear and excitement and lovely tingly arousal...My turn to challenge you naughty Mr Lomax, I realised with a wicked smile, let's see if you're up for it?

My Husband's penis is, well it's a penis, just like any other. It's kind of cute the way it floats in the bath and he's such a silly clown making it bob up and down when he catches me getting changed. I love the thrill of exciting Bernard and making his cock swell and squirm as I tease him, but that's kind of it for me.

When I saw a handsome Brad standing there, so cool and sexy, with his boxers down in his own backyard and his long thick cock dangling right down his thighs, it made my jaw drop open in wonder and awe.

My challenge for him was worse than mine I realised, as he didn't have anything to hide is manhood. God what if his neighbours had seen him with his cock out, I felt an irrational pang of jealousy. I didn't want anyone else admiring his penis. The thought of seeing Brad's swollen sausage up close and personal gave me a shiver of excitement. I urgently chewed at my bottom lip at the idea of holding his throbbing shaft in my dainty little hand. To feel the weight of his hefty meat pole nestled in my married palm made me 'mmmmmm' out loud.

'You're going to buy your Husband a spanking paddle and send me a video of him slapping your bare ass with it. Follow this link, I've picked out one of those sexy see-through paddles for you. I want to get a good look at your beautiful booty Delores, as he cracks it down across your creamy bare butt.'

'Game over, there is no way in hell I'm doing that...' the thought of including my innocent Husband in my wicked challenges was a big no no.

In the days that followed I found myself staring longingly at Brad's image. His handsome face staring back, with his beautiful golden skin gleaming in the dappled sunlight. My eyes drawn to his bulbous penis, just hanging there framed between his powerful thighs, dangling and daring me to play his sexy game.

I clicked on the link he'd attached and stared wide eyed at the paddle Brad had picked out for me, it was a solid plastic sheet of perspex. It looked awfully wicked, over a foot long and four or five inches wide, with a curved handle at one end, like a hair brush...

...Maybe my Husband really would like this as a sexy present for Valentine's day, I thought dreamily. My heart somersaulted as I clicked on the buy now button and typed in my shipping address.

Bernard's face lit up like a Christmas tree when he opened the presentation box and lifted the naughty paddle out, with his sexy grey eyes wide as saucers. He hefted the paddle in one hand, as a big dopey grin split his baby smooth face and he slapped it into his other palm with a terrifying smack.

"Have you been a naughty girl Delores," he chuckled wickedly as he chased after me.

"You'll be late for work Bernard," I squealed as the paddled swished dangerously close to my rapidly retreating bottom.

"Well thank you Delores for this wonderful present. I'm going to have a great day at work now, thinking about playing with my sexy Valentine tonight. I can't wait to formally introduce this spanking new joystick to my achingly pretty Wifey and her rather naughty little bottom."

I chuckled to myself when Bernard had left for work, thinking of his boyish face and the way his mouth fell open in surprise at his sexy Valentine's gift. He's such a silly boy, men never really grow up, a wiggled bottom or a sexy play toy and they're putty in our hands.

I'd vowed never to look at Brad's image again but like a love sick teenager, I told myself that I'd just have one more peek for luck. There he was, beautiful Brad, with that cheeky grin on his ridiculously handsome face. The golden boy was staring straight at me and I tingled at the thought, that this gorgeous man found me attractive and desirable. He wants me to play his game, oh God how can he just stand there so cool and sexy, while I'm shaking like a leaf.

I pretended not to look at his big bare penis, until I gave in and stared transfixed by his monstrous manhood. Oh wow what would it feel like to suckle his thick cock, what if he dangled his throbbing love pole into my eager little mouth. My Husband's penis is pale and pasty but Brad's cock was dark and dusky, darker even than his tanned torso, dark and meaty...and dangerous. Yes that's it, dangerous, devilishly dark and dangerous.

My heart jumped as I felt Bernard's hands on my shoulders, as he leaned in to nuzzle my neck...

"I've just booked the day off work Delores, to take you out and give you a Valentine's day present you'll never..." he stopped mid sentence as I desperately tried to exit the image of Brad that filled my screen but my hands were shaking to much...

I hung my head in shame, 'oh God, oh God he caught me, oh dear lord now he knows about Brad...' I thought helplessly, as my world tumble down around me.

"Fetch me my paddle Delores...and be quick about it..."

As if in a dream I went to 'fetch' my Husband's paddle, my knees shaking and my stomach tying itself in knots...

"Now bend over Delores..." I obediently bent over the kitchen table as ordered, my face blushing furiously with shame and embarrassment. Bernard wasted no time in lifting my nightie up and yanking my panties right down as he bared my bottom.

"Oh please Bernard , please don't paddle me, I was only..." I whimpered, as I desperately tried to think of a valid reason why a married woman might have been staring longingly at a handsome stranger and his lovely big cock.

Oh sure, 'a silly friend sent me the photo as a girly joke,' sounds so easy to think up when your heart isn't thumping fit to burst and you're shaking with fear and guilt...Yes guilt...I'd let my lovely Husband down, I'd be furious if I'd caught him drooling over another woman.

'Crack' and a burning sting of fire streaked across my bare bottom. I kicked my leg instinctively and marvelled at the surge of heat pulsing through my buttocks.

Bernard raised his paddle right back again and landed a second scorching stroke across my dancing butties and I gasped in shock at the force of the blow. He gently rubbed my stinging cheeks as I let out a deep breath and bravely pushed my bare bottom right up for him. I craved another stinging stroke to wash away my awful guilty conscience and to bathe in those terrifyingly sexy waves of scorching heat.

As a third stroke rattled off my burning bottom I moaned out loud, "oh dear God Bernard." I feverishly rubbed at my breasts and pulled my pointy nipples hard, as a fourth crack licked at my bouncy bare bum. I wriggled my hips as the blistering fire cracker mercilessly stung my throbbing cheeks and a spasm of arousal pulsed through my pussy.

"Oh God Bernard, you're so masterful..." I squealed as he smacked the paddle back down across my quivering bottom.

"Oh yes Bernard, paddle me, paddle you naughty Wife..." I gasped as the sting of his sexy paddle pulsated through my jiggling buttocks.

I squealed and yelped as his fearsome fire stick stung my searing cheeks, as they burned with shame. My Husband painted my bottom a rosy red as I gasped and groaned. I was so ashamed, bent over my own kitchen table with my nightie up and my panties down. My bare bottom presented for my furious Husband to stroke his sinful paddle with slap after slap after scorching slap across my sizzling hot bot.

His awful stingy smacks swished and cracked at my horribly exposed buttocks, as the kiss of my Husband's paddle left bright red love bites on my Valentine's day bottom.

I deserve to be paddled and I just wish Brad could see my bare bottom being blistered for my shocking behaviour. 'Oh bad boy Brad, do you see, do you see what you've done to my naughty married bum. Take a good look Brad, take a damn good look at how your wicked paddled has licked and snapped at my poor cherry red bottom...'

"There now Delores, I'm so glad we've got that sorted out," said my Husband soothingly as he tenderly stroked and caressed my scorching bottom. I was glad too, I genuinely felt so much better, that awful guilty feeling was gone. I felt pure and wholesome again, with my sinful wickedness washed away. My silly dalliance with Brad just a distant memory, nothing more than a ridiculous seven year itch, for a bored housewife.

"I don't think you'll be looking at Brad again in a hurry..." Bernard chuckled happily, as he patted my bottom affectionately.

'No I definitely won't,' I said to myself with real determination, there's no way I'm doing that, this time I really meant it...hang on...how does he know his name is Brad?